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Biz:<Fonkee!Ready?Fonkee!Fonkee! Ahhh...One two, one twoWe came here to just motherfucking doYou and a crewGot my man Marley Marl in the houseCan’t forget my man, Lik, y’all in the houseGot Fric and Frac in the houseHey-hey-hey, you got Big Daddy Kane in the houseJuice Crew in the houseThat’s rightAnd my name is the Biz MarkieAnd we gonna rock a little something like this...>One, two, whatcha gonna do?I say yes, yes y’allTo the beat, allParty-having people guaranteed to be like having a ballH-h-h-heyWe gonna do a little something like this I say...I’m the rap promoterI start to motorTour from New York to South DakotaDrink ginger ale or root beer sodaNever get the girls with the underarm orderPut me on water, I’m a good floaterWhen I run for prez, you best be a voterOnce knew a girl by the name of RhodaI watch Star Wars just to see YodaOr R2-D2 driving down the BQWhen I buy franks, I make sure they’re HebrewWhen I entertain, and love to treat youLove to see a girl in a nice tight see-throughTake her to the crib, turn on the BetaWatch a good flick by Arnold SchwartzeneggerMaybe Commando or the TerminatorPeace party people, ha ha see you later!Big Daddy, huh huh, my man my mellowGet on the mic cause you know you eat Jell-OKane:Check it out, y’allYou don’t stopKeep onWell it’s the Kane in the fleshOf course I’m freshOh you thought that I was rotten?Huh, I beg your pardonTo me getting paid and getting busy fall togetherSo a man of my ambiance...never!Could I be weak, why I’m rather uniqueI got style, flavor, grace, and plus a different techniqueThat I be using and not many can manageSo a brother like me, I do damageJust by picking up the mic to go soloI cold turn a party on out, and oh yoI get physical, mystical, very artisticalGiving party people something funky to listen toThat’s why the other MC’s can’t swing longI stomp them out just like I was King KongStepping on roaches, I get ferociousSupercalifragalisticexpealidociousI go on and on and on andUntil the bright Shirley Murdock morningCause I’mma pimp, hear the primp, yes the emp-Eror, bringing much terror in your eraI ready, willing and I’m able, so bust a moveNever use a barbershop I got my homeboy SmoothCooling out with the clippers right around the wayTo keep my fresh Cameo cut every dayLike that y’all, it’s like that y’allIt’s like thata-the-that, it’s like that y’allCause I’m the prosecutor taking a standAnd, I’m cross-examining you my manThe judge and jury, releasing my furyThe verdict that I reach for you is rather blurryYou see, the name Kane is superior to many peopleIt means King Asiatic Nobody’s EqualI hate to brag, but damn I’m goodAnd if mics were a gun, I’d be Clint EastwoodAnd if rap was a game, I’d be MVPMost Valuable Poet on the M-I-COr if rap was a school, I’d be the principalAw fuck it, the Kane is invincibleTo be specific, I may die one dayBut my rhymes will remain like a hieroglyphicIt’s a certain special skill that takes much practiceI got it good, apparently you lack thisSo in turn, sit back and learnListen close, this is for your own concernLet me show you exactly how it’s properly doneLights, camera, action!A rap pro, do a show, good to go, alsoCameo afro, Virgo, domino, I go RamboGigolo, Romeo, Friday night spend money on a ho-Tel, to get a good night’s sleepI’m keeping in stepNow do I come off?Yep.more